To the bar

I head out to the bar as the night falls down,
Drink until my mind starts fading.
By the morning, I’ll crawl back into town,
Face the day, my body aching.

Hiding out from the noise of the busy streets,
Where the echoes won’t come to haunt me.
But by evening again, I’m on my feet,
Like the city’s brought back my heartbeat.

On foot
To the bar
I go
A fool

On foot
To the bar
I go
A fool

On foot
To the bar
I go
A fool

On foot
To the bar
I go

Got myself in the trap of my own regret,
Now the cycle spins like a fever.
From a lover to drunkard, my fate was set,
Traded angels for wicked deceivers.

Whisper voices behind me when I’m too high,
Yet their words never form into meaning.
But they vanish in silence when smoke drifts by,
Maybe they choke from all that I’m breathing.

Or perhaps they just swim in this heavy air,
Like the fish lost in waves never knowing.
If I could, I would heal myself from despair,
But no cure comes from all this self-loathing.

And again, my feet take me right back there,
May my loved ones forgive this condition.
Yes, I’m weak, I’m a fool, lost beyond repair,
Set my dreams to the lowest position.

On foot
To the bar
I go
A fool

On foot
To the bar
I go
A fool

On foot
To the bar
I go
A fool

On foot
To the bar
I go